I grief for my tiny house far from tourist crowds
I was happy there walking in the woods with my dog.
They tell me I’m too old to live there alone
How would they know?
Old age is brutal.
People think they know what is best for me.
I will go back to Norway find a plot near my mother´s grave
Two skeletal hands are meeting, and the dreams will go on.
The people I loved will be there in the times to come.
Yes, I feel it is time to go home.